You Light Me Up
James was enthralled with the Gryffindor common rooms from the very beginning and was in danger of spending more time there than in classes.
The fact that he shared classes with a certain redhead was the only reason he reluctantly dragged himself off his plush bed and got ready just in time for lessons.
Clearly, he and mostly everyone else didn't have the same idea of 'ready' as he did.
"Is it too hard to drag a hairbrush through your hair, Mister Potter?" Professor Flitwick's tone bore no malice, but James turned beet red as everyone's hair flew to his unkempt hair.
Including hers.
"Uhh, it won't happen again, professor."
"I sure hope so, Mister Potter." He didn't look too convinced and James was ready to do anything to divert the old man's attention.
"So, er, professor, what will we be doing today?"
Sirius sniggered besides him and James delivered a swift kick to his shin. The grin fell of Sirius' face, only to be replaced by a scowl.
"What was that for?"
James ignored him as Professor Flitwick cleared his throat elaborately. "Today, we shall be learning the most basic of spells – how to bring light where there is none. Repeat after me – lumos!"
"Lumos!"
The whole class called out obediently in unison, but only one wand was alight with a steady, bright light.
"Excellent, Miss Evans!"
James turned around.
It was the girl with the red hair. James felt a thrill shiver up his spine.
"Evans", he whispered to himself, and his face broke out in a joyous grin.
Entered in Bex' Monthly Het-Tastic Drabble-Athon Competition, prompt #14: Light
